She was here to compete, not to seek the approval of these people.
"This isn't right," Di Xingguang frowned, "We all came strictly following the application requirements, why are you different?"
"And what's there to hide? Wearing a mask, not even daring to use your real name," Lu Yanghua sarcastically complained.
"Then you can go and raise your issues with the organizers," Ye Fei said coldly, "I applied through them and got their permission."
She was self-assured.
Ye Fei shot them a cold glance: "Or maybe, you're thinking that by doing this, you'll force me to quit and lose a competitor?"
"You? A competitor? Don't make me laugh!" Yin Qiaoqiao laughed angrily.
This Fei Xiaomo really knew how to flatter herself.
She had seen Fei Xiaomo's cooking videos online before but thought they were nothing special.
Teaching ordinary people how to make simple and hassle-free home-cooked dishes was one thing, but in front of professional chefs, it was nothing impressive.
